This can't be happening but I know it's happening. Who the heck am I trying to fool? I am going to leave Florida and live with Luciano.
"Perfect!" I muttered as I began to go through the contacts on my phone.
Not even someone I can call.
Call me a loner but I hate friends, I don't see anything they do other than getting people involved in things they don't want to do.
Looking out my window reminds me of what I want but don't need to do. I need to call my boyfriend, even if it's to tell him that it's over I just want to get that shit off my neck.
Walking back to my bed I picked up my phone name walked out of my room. I made sure to tip-toe past Luciano's room, you won't imagine how embarrassed I was leaving the car yesterday.
That was dirty I know but Luciana started it. The fact that he was watching me for a while as I do those naughty things calling his name freaks me out. Worst still, I will have to be stuck with him for a while.
Turning back, I head to my stepfather's room. If I can talk to him in person, at least I might be good enough to be able to rent an apartment alone.
"This better works".
Fixing my hair with my fingers, I smiled and practiced how to make a sad face but it all ended weirdly. Damn! I hope I am not going to be another disappointment.
I feel it's creepy but at the same time like a spy kind of thing. In front of my Dad's door is a very small camera. I hate it, I actually hated it for the first few months we arrived until now, I always make sure to smile at it whenever I am in front of his door.
After knocking for the third time now, I waited for a little and still no response.
"Hey, Dad" I looked into the camera "It's me, Tiffany, of course, you can see me, can we talk?" I asked in a whisper.
Looking around to make sure Luciano isn't spying, I lived closer to the door and whispered.
"Can we talk in private?".
You never can tell when you have an Italian brother who is as hot as hell. He sneaked into my room when I was... let's not talk about that now. But still, what makes you think he won't want to snoop around to know my next move?
"Daddy? It's Tiffany, I don't want to ask for money or nag that I want a car, I just want to talk to you please".
That's it! One of the reasons I hate my stepdad is he doesn't answer you need him just like now.
I know what I am about to do is highly prohibited but I did it anyway, I twisted the handle of my father's door, and still locked. I am sure he is in there, he might just don't want to see me but I have to, for pity’s sake, I will be leaving with Luciano soon and I can't stand it, not now.
Pissed I walked back into my room.
Damn!
I want to scream! To punch something!! To bite something!!!
I can't break my phone for the third time this month I made sure to place it down safely. My fingers when into my hair and I pulled, hard and harder.
Although it hurts but it won't be compared to what I will pass through I have to live with Luciano. Can you imagine the embarrassment?
Grabbing one of my pillows and hugging it tightly, only one thing kept ringing through my mind. I just want to do something like.... biting hard on the pillow, I made sure to cover my whole face and scream.
I screamed again, and again until I became tired of thinking. Getting off my bed, I hugged myself as I jumped on it, breathing hard, I moved my hair off my face and sighed.
"Getting angry is really exhausting!" I panted "I still need to talk to...".
What was that?
I stopped breathing for a while just to listen to the sound but it didn't happen again. Shoving it off, I shrugged and went back to fixing the clothes I was doing about an hour ago. Going to college in the UK has always been my dream and I don't want to forget anything, not when...
Again, the same sound!I am not sure but I know it's a gunshot. That didn't sound like a mistake as it sounded twice! Freaking twice!!!
Shaking, I grabbed my phone and began to type my father's number. I need to go out but if I can tell him to remain in his room, Luciano can take care of himself for all I care.
I know it's crazy but finding myself in front of my room made me feel like some white girl you find in a horror movie. I know the danger is out there, I have nothing but my phone as I am dressed in an overshirt and bica shorts. Matter of fact, I am not even putting on any footwear and that won't be nice if I have to run.
'You have reached the voice message, how can I help you?
My stepfather's voice repeated for the fourth time. This is starting to freak me out now, especially when I just passed Luciano's room and found it open.
I know I kinda hate him and sometimes wish him dead but...
"Dang it!".
Rolling my eyes as if I am being forced, I walked back to Luciano's room. I haven't seen it inside and I have never imagined what it would look like but, I think it's nice.
No pictures, just his dull black wall paint, white bed, and a white cabinet. His phone was placed in the middle of his neatly arranged bed same with a short note beside it.
'Long time no see.
"what the duck?".
I bet this should be a prank or some kind of mistake because I don't think any of this is real.
"Is this supposed to be a joke or not?" I snapped as I picked up Luciano's phone.
Yeah, I am blushing.
Who won't? I can't help but blush really hard when I discover my annoying stepbrother made my picture his wallpaper."This is nice".
"Yea it is".
I looked back to see a total stranger staring at me. He looks more like an assassin, black blazer, blue eyes, jet-black hair, and black gloves. With a smile on his evil look face, he raised his left hand to cover his eyes with black eyeglasses.
"Who are you?" I asked.
Even with his covered eyes staring at me, I know what I am about to do is a very bad idea but I just want to do it anyway. I raised my phone and rushed to my social media account, starting a live video, I turned the camera towards him.
I was expecting to see him still standing there and yeah he is. Standing there with a shotgun now pointing at me.
"Call me the levy collector, Tiffy" He smirked "Let me do my job" he added.
My heart skipped a beat and almost exploded, this can't be real, not when this dude in front of me is pointing a gun at me. I know I need to do something but my blank head is still blank. 'I am done!'. I know I will die, I know that for sure. My social media live has refused to load, no network bar at all and that freaks me out the more. "My Dad has money" I sniffed "Just tell me he is fine and I will take you to where he has his money" I raised both hands in the air "Please I don't want to die. Not yet". Each step the man take brings me more to my doom, taking days of life off me. In fact, I could no longer feel my heart in my chest again but somewhere around my stomach. The closer he comes, the more I see things I couldn't see from far, a familiar tattoo. Damn this man look so young, maybe in his mid-twenties. My mind refused to pay attention to the tattoo because anyone might want to draw an ace on the left side of his neck. "Just like the pictures," The man said, "Damn! Mas
Even as we are standing in the middle of a playground as if we just got pooped out by the earth, I felt my inside summersault a million times before stopping. I didn't get the chance to find out we crawled out of a freaking hole before I began to puke. One thing I remembered was not to puke over the shirt even though I was freezing in it. One hand holding up my hair and the other trying to hold the shirt and my phone down, I bent and began to puke. Gosh! My stomach was empty but I still puked. Soon, I became weak and sat on the floor close to the mess I just made. "We don't have all day or we will be dead" Luciano yanked my upper arm "get the fu... No fucking way!" He yelled. Before I knew what was happening, he let go of my arm leaving me to fall harshly to the ground. I had no time to brace myself before I heard a shattering sound. I looked at my stepbrother in disbelief as if I was trying to find another reason why he just broke my phone. "Thanks to you, they just know
That felt relieving to punch him in the balls with my other hand. Well, we didn't see that coming and at least, he let go of my hand as he bent down as if going to go on one knee but didn't. Seizing that opportunity, I dash off. I had no idea where I was or where I would go but I think it is better than being with someone acting strange as if he wants to sell me out or something. I have heard stories of the Italian mafia and how they sell people especially girls but this one? He can be my stepbrother which I really doubt is the reason I should trust him. No freaking way! The main reason I suddenly became scared of him was after watching him kill those men back at the house, one thing is certain. He would be tempted to just point a gun to my forehead and blow it off so that gave me every reason to run faster. I didn't know why I forgot to look back all this while but I bet looking back became a mistake. No sign of Luciano at all, all that was there was one of the bags he had c
This should be a bed, maybe or maybe not. I just feel it's so soft, comfortable, and somehow warm on my left-hand side. With a low groan, I stretched and held my pounding head that felt as if it would come off anytime soon.It wasn't clear but I saw it, very sure.'Luciano?'What the hell does he think he is doing laying on the same bed with me? Slowly getting up to a seating position, I glared at him sleeping peacefully on the same bed with me. My head hurts and I can't think of the right thing to do now.I raised my left hand to touch my head and I found it wrapped! In a panic, I used both hands, trying to know what I had bandaged around my head until I remembered what had happened. This asshole stepbrother of mine hit me real hard and even drugged me."Son of a urggh!"Without thinking, I slapped Luciano hard across his face. Yes, I slapped him really hard and I felt satisfied. Well, not fully satisfied as I watch him stir in his sleep and before he could do anything or open his ey
This can’t be happening! Well, it is because nothing else can explain why I would be in a room for two days only to have my stepbrother bring me different food daily and put me to sleep. I would want to tell him, that I am no longer a child but…that asshole gets his way.The annoying cheers from the men outside kept me awake for who knows long. I can’t tell what time it is but for sure, it’s already late. Late than having a bottle of water and pizza because I asked for a pizza with pineapple.“They can be so silly at the time,” I told myself.Call me silly, but I already started a conversation with myself, planning on how to escape my insane brother. Frankly, I will say he has lots of problems with just coming, watching me eat, taking pictures of me, and walking out. Not anymore, I will let him know that I have other sides of me that he shouldn’t mess with.Watching the dry leftover pizza, I shed a single tear, not because I was sad, but because I love pizza, and giving me a dry one i
That’s it! My stepbrother is a perverted killer that took killing people as a normal thing?Even after we had that little argument about not being grateful, I wonder what he meant until he came into the room with a sly smile on his face and two ID cards in his hand. He threw them both at my face and stood with his arms folded across his chest.My jaw dropped, I can’t tell why I am seeing my face on the ID but another name. Damn, I haven’t heard of that name in my entire life and with that pleased look on his face, I can’t trust him one bit.“Who is Amara Ego?” I asked.I noticed an unpleasant glare on Luciano’s face as he shrugged and walked to the window and closed it. He began to dress the bed before looking up at my face and grinning.“It’s Amira Ugo,” he said “But if you love Amara, I can make that for you”.Pointing at the other card, he bit his lower lip as I watch him anticipate what my expression would be like. I didn’t want to act pissed but I did, glaring at him as if I would
My back hurts, my head hurt and I feel a bit heavy. Good thing the bed seems very comfortable because I don’t know what else I would do. Imagine seating in a plain not allowed to stand up for one bit. Not even to pee and that asshole also didn’t allow me to take anything. Luciano lied about me being allergic to almost everything except alcohol, like who would be allergic to that.If there was another word for jetlagged, I would use it.We arrived in the UK last night and it still feels like she is still trapped in the plane seat with a mean man seating in front of me. The fact that Luciano got into the car with a dagger still freaks me out. How come it wasn’t detected? How come he feels so simple with it as if it wasn’t the first time he has done it?I had walked into the room myself yesterday but opening my eyes now, it was as if I am seeing how beautiful the room is. This isn’t anything close to what my stepbrother would like.The room has a warm off white color, very cool to the ey
Wait a minute! He looks kind of scared, like he is panicking or something. Could it be that the gun is really loaded.From where he stood, he began to take slow steps toward me but when I aimed at him, he stopped. Well, I didn’t know why I did it but it seems perfect.“I want normal clothes, Luciano,” I said.My statement was funny, I knew that but why the heck is there a smirk on his face? Maybe I looked funny and with that, I brought my long hair to my front, making them cover both of my nipples. With the look on his face, I can tell he didn’t like what I did.“I don’t see why you would want to hide my joys,” Luciano said.My lips twisted in disgust as I tried to cover my breasts with one hand but failed. It was as if he was having an exclusive show of me and that embarrassed me. The way he looks at me with lust, pure lust and he didn’t even try to hide it; that’s so perverted.“Can I see those nipples, Amore” he pretends to look sad with his signature smirk on his face “please……”“F